Creation
If you go anywhere near where the heart lives
& circle it day by day, week after week,
hungry for what can’t be ignored or fed,
you will discover that the obsession allows
no room for anything else, & when you least
expect it, wherever you are - whether it’s on a bus
or ambling along some almost deserted street
or lying in bed next to a lover - there it is,
the recognition that you’ve crossed a line,
passed over some extraordinary boundary
from which there can be no return.
Having delivered yourself to Anxiety’s door,
your fever builds,
feeling more like a sickness than a healing.
And yet, everything you have in you to say -
everything that is eternally new -
lives on the other side of that door, &
when you reach it, don’t look back,
don’t look down - having come this far,
you understand how every ‘truth’
you’ve ever employed to reassure yourself
is useless, & that despite what you've been told,
no life is purchasable for a dance in the street.
This is the undoing phase, without which
there is no true creation.
Copyright © Billy Marshall Stoneking | Year Posted 2014
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